comedownthisroad: (serious and elegant)
Um...

So I don't know if you'll even get this. For all I know, you're in Vegas, or Moscow, or who the fuck knows where.

I know you had a guardian named Tay Barnam for a couple years. I'm not her, not exactly, but I had a ward named Elashte. In my universe.

Things here seem to be... really really similar. I mean, Xander's the same, Martha's the same, it's just that everything is a year ahead, and I'm dead, and Buffy and Mat apparently left town, and I don't have a ward anymore.

I just thought I'd let you know. And ask if I coul

And I thought maybe I could talk to you next time you're in town, if you're not now. My bond didn't break, it just disappeared, so I'm not traumatized or anything, but I keep thinking I'm forgetting something, and I thought it might help to see you. That's probably stupid, but I thought it was worth a shot.

Anyway, you don't have to answer this or anything, but I just thought I'd let you know that I'm here so it wouldn't freak you out if we ran into each other on the street or something.

I hope you're okay

-Tay Barnam
comedownthisroad: (hide away)
Fuck this shit.

Right. I hear there used to be another Tay Barnam here, one that actually belonged here. I don't, but I'm here now. So far, this universe seems pretty similar to the one I come from. I don't know if that's weird or reassuring, but whatever.

Anyway, just a heads-up to anyone who knew her... I'm here. So you're not seeing a ghost or hallucinating or anything.

Fucking Chicago.
comedownthisroad: (want to hide away)
Well, it's my birthday in ten minutes. Whoop-de-doo. I'll be seventeen. It's not exactly a thrilling birthday, after last year's excitement. At least I'm not on the verge of death?


...four minutes. I should stop staring at this and actually post.

My birthday present this year is knowing that my family is impending, so they can wreak havoc and possibly bash me over the head and kidnap me. I'm so looking forward to that.

Can I shoot myself? Would that be wrong?
comedownthisroad: (curled in the corner)
Think I've hit a dead end on the whole "Alyssa Sutton" thing.

If I go with, you think we can get your shadow to stay behind so we can go hunting properly?
comedownthisroad: (this is NOT happening)
Hey.

I'm coming over. In case anyone wanted to talk to me for any reason.

I'm not going to stay long. Seriously, this shit that's gone down is fucked up.
comedownthisroad: (orly?)
I'm alive.

Just, y'know... general announcement.

I'm fine.

[Locked to Bianca] Do you think you could meet me somewhere? Some SERIOUS shit has gone down.
comedownthisroad: (thoughtful)
Hey, um...

Look, if I'm going to be stuck here, could you put in some sort of training room or something?
comedownthisroad: (Default)
So are you just going to keep me cooped up in the hotel until you kill me, or what?

I'm going out of my fucking MIND in here.
comedownthisroad: (this is NOT happening)
I can't tell him. My dad, I mean. Oh god. He called my cell phone today and I just let it go to voicemail. I mean, he'll probably think I'm sleeping. How could I sleep? I mean, I slept for a good ten hours after, but...

I got my wings. And I'm not an archangel. It's not FAIR. I've trained my whole life for it, it's what I'm meant to do! And... it just...

I don't want to be any stupid, weakass GUARDIAN. I mean. No offense, but... I just...

I CAN'T tell him. You don't know how fucking disappointed he'd be. I... I swear to god, I don't know if he'd talk to me if he found out. I don't know if ANY of them would.

What do I do?
comedownthisroad: (just a little homesick)
Okay.

Moment of truth. Well... okay, not MOMENT...

I think I'd be an idiot to say I wasn't scared a little... but still. It's not a big deal.

Wish I weren't sick. At least the medicine they've got me on is making me feel better, right?


real tired, though.

guess I probably shouldn't stay up. but I don't want to be jerked out of sleep by shooting pains.


Sorry. I just... this is a really big deal.

See you on the flipside, Bianca. :)
comedownthisroad: (just a little homesick)
kay, I'm really sick over here. like, y'know, really bad flu or something? it's kind of hard to breathe sometimes. hard to think, too.

um. so if I don't make it through to saturday? someone tell my dad I'm sorry I fucked up. please.

trying not to get sicker. they've got some new medicine. I'll be here.
comedownthisroad: (just a little homesick)
Okay.

Um... it's been a few hours, and I know Romana's been trying to figure something out, but... I'm feeling kind of sniffly and headachy. And I know I'm PROBABLY overreacting, but better safe than sorry, so I'm heading over to the clinic where they're doing the research and stuff. I figure that'll be the best place to be, all things considered.

Here's hoping this'll all be over by Saturday. If not... I'll be okay. I'm tough. I've been waiting my whole life for this birthday. It's fine. :) Really.

[Locked to Bianca] Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. They're saying Angels are immune, as far as they know, so if I'm getting sick and my wings come in, I should be okay, but... what if they don't? I am SO not ready to die. Not like this. What do I DO? [/Locked]
comedownthisroad: (just a little homesick)
Okay. Um. It's been a few hours since the elevators got shut down. Obviously. And they're not letting me down. Also obviously. Which... might be a good thing?

I'm starting to not feel very well. And I know I'm probably just tired and stressed, but... rather safe than sorry, yeah?

I'm... sorry about being rude earlier.

If I can get a cab to the clinic, is there someone who can pay the cab? I don't have any cash on me, just a credit card. I'll pay it back, I just...

Don't don't DON'T tell Romana or Vincent or anyone, but I'm freaked. And I'll probably never admit it to you people again, so just... I don't know, please, just... is there anything anyone can do?
comedownthisroad: (this is NOT happening)
Fuck fuck fuck.

You guys couldn't give WARNING before shutting down the elevators? Where the fuck is Romana and why isn't she dealing with this instead of YOU?

Oh, right, you probably didn't even talk to her.

Fine. Whatever. You've locked me out, can you tell me what the FUCK I'm supposed to do now in order to stay healthy and useful and NOT DEAD?

[Locked to Romana] Okay, please don't think I panic or anything under normal circumstances, because I DON'T, but... There's about a 50% chance I'm going to be completely incapacitated for twenty-four hours on Saturday. What do I DO?[/Locked]
comedownthisroad: (smiling (GASP))
Um.

Yeah.

Can you give me a moment to be fifteen?




!!!!!!!!

I'm turning 16. In like. A week. A week and two days.

Fucking fucking hell, I'm scared to death. I shouldn't be, I've been waiting for this my whole fucking LIFE, but...

That and I'm psyched SO MUCH. I mean. Just. SIXTEEN! I'll get my wings! hopefully


And I can get a driver's license. =D
comedownthisroad: (pretty and tough)
Hey, this is a somewhat trivial communique, I'll admit, but I've been doing a bit of work in the training room since I got here. Unfortunately, there's only so much I can do on my own.

I've got a purple belt in taekwondo. I'm relatively well-trained in close combat with knives, and also quite a bit of street fighting. I'm more effective (at the moment) with a shotgun, in all honesty, but I like to keep in shape and I like to learn new ways of defending myself and defeating an opponent.

So! If there's anyone who could meet with me once or twice a week to help with my training, especially after May 10th, I'd be very grateful.
comedownthisroad: (thoughtful)
Notes on ongoing demon recon.

-Bar on Oak and Rush. Seems like a college hangout, but it had some trademarks of a connecting point, possibly a place to find human victims.
-Seward Park. Might be worth checking out, there were junkies, and where there are junkies you can usually find a demon or two.
-Subway stop at Clybourn and North Ave. Saw graffiti that matches symbols for certain demon mafia groups.

Currently: Heading south on Halsted
comedownthisroad: (this is NOT happening)
Wow, it's weird to see a whole new set of entries in this thing. Also that people are using it as, like... an actual journal.

Very weird. In Boston, we mostly use it when our cell phones or radios aren't working, or if we want to have a private conversation with someone and can't see them face-to-face. Like an announcement board, I guess.

This, though, is fucked up. You've got humans and demons on the link? No offense, guys, but what shit are you on? You're better off shutting THAT down, it just clogs up the lines of communication.

I know I haven't gotten my wings yet, so I have no seniority whatsoever, but Jesus. I expected a hell of a lot better from angels based at such a large Rift epicenter.

Romana, if there's anything I can do to help tighten things up around here, just let me know. I like to be useful.
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